I thought I might try something completely new for me – a poem! Many of you talented poets out there might look at this and say, “OK so where’s the poem?” In which case I will then describe this as a short story written in short, uneven lines.
The words have just stopped,
dried up, ceased to exist
Is this it I wonder?
Are my days as a writer over?
Maybe I tried too hard,
over mined the limited deposits
stored deep in my subconscious.
It appears that the rich vein
I thought I had discovered
was, in some way, flawed.
The nuggets, gems and pearls of wisdom
which I imagined would last forever,
So that’s it, the dream is shattered.
No great literary heights for me.
No need to look for that agent
who was going to negotiate the blockbuster deal
and arrange the worldwide book tour.
The fictional ink is fast drying up,
so, before it disappears forever,
I want to leave you with these wor……………….